Unknown Track 2009 Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(???) rewinds, so it's no getting past it
I spit gold in MJ's casket, y'all plastic
I'm so above average, my flow's in the attic
I spit crack, get your hands raised like taxes
No practice, yeah 5 star general
A nice guy, my flow's a certified criminal
Yeah, so they tried to get rid of him, but my creativity is rare like weed in Italy
You feeling me
(???) rewinds, so it's no getting past it
I spit gold in MJ's casket, y'all plastic
I'm so above average, my flow's in the attic
I spit crack, get your hands raised like taxes
No practice, yeah 5 star general
A nice guy, my flow's a certified criminal
Yeah, so they tried to get rid of him, but my creativity is rare like weed in Italy
You feeling me
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A brief video emerged on Youtube, showing Earl at the studio working on a song prior to being sent to Samoa.
Not the sort of thing that would normally elicit attention, but in the Earl-drought, we’ll take whatever we can get.
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